If u wrote a book about falling in love with someone, you can't have. What would the last line be?

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Old self and new us..

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He glanced back, filled with regret, knowing he couldn't turn around. The distance between them grew, her figure shrinking in the mirror. Tears blurred his vision, but there was a promise he had to keep.
She collapsed, clutching his farewell letter. "I'll come back," it read. Days turned into weeks, unanswered calls adding to her despair. One evening, a knock at the door shattered her heart. His best friend stood there, eyes red. "He didn't make it," he whispered, handing her his locket. She clutched it, sinking to the floor as her world shattered.

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She puts on a tough front, but inside
she's blue,
Maybe she cries herself to sleep,
feeling so blue.







Acting like everything's fine, but it might be a bluff,
She's a master at hiding, but she's had enough.

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I'm the Eldest Daughter. I obsess over academic Validation,
can only escape the never ending train of thought in my mind when I'm reading,
I'm an overly logical cynic but also a hopeless romantic, cry over everything but refuse to show emotion in front of anyone.

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It's like coming back to home
after long day.
That no matter how hard the
day was, everything will be okay
once we get back
. If home is a person then
he is my home.
And even if he doesn't feel
the same for me, I'll always
be the home to him....

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Love is simple.
when you get tired from the
world, fall into my arms,
and just prove that you'll
hold me when I fall apart."

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Love is like a potato chip
bag that's always half empty,
but you keep reaching
in hoping to find a full chip

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It's spring again; the time of the season when the grey world hide behind the facade of colour and the sound of rustling leaves and birds chirping becomes frequent. And it reminds me of you. Your bright smile that lighted up the spring even more and your excitement when the flowers bloom in our backyard. A But this season also reminds me of death; the loss of someone who meant the colour to you.

My heart aches for you and no matter how hard I try, I'm not able to stop this unbearable pain that consumes me in your memories. Sometimes, I wonder if this is my punishment for not cherishing my every single moment with you that I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to you?

This one time when I asked you about death, you told me that you aren't scared of it and to which I laughed because I never imagined you being snatched away from me.

Honestly, I don't know myself any longer. These days, I miss you more often. Maybe because I'm scared of losing you all over again. I don't want to let go of your memories that are safe in my mind but something's odd happening to me.

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I'd rather dance barefoot under the stars,
with my soul unleashed and
my heart singing,
than conform to the expectations of others....

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